Lyrics Чайф - Твоя светлая муза

Do not frighten your bright muse -
She does not like copper pipes,
She is not accustomed to the hands that caress lies,
To words promising quickly and much ...
Remember where she came to you from -
Your bright muse ...

She was born in a small house,
Where the windows looked at the gray mountains,
The weathermen there lied without malice -
They promised a fair wind ...
She believed them, she entered your doors -
All the Muses are naive ...

She loved the spring sun so much,
Through the branches of spruce fell in the years,
April snow, which noises with a noise,
All the blue sadness, in return leaving
Dancing hands of the unskillful - she loved to look at us so much,
Seeking a miracle ...

She came into the house with her friends,
So strangely looked at the liquid in the glasses,
She was jealous when you thought about a sinner,
Having adopted its appearance. Until the morning remained.
And in the morning you went away trying not to scare
His bright muse ...